Apocalypse Immortal Venerable: My Stockpile Is a Little Too Huge

The Earth’s magnetic field vanished, and the solar wind began stripping away the atmosphere. Beneath a purple sky, people died by the thousands from radiation. I, Lin Che, a PhD in geology, first spent three hundred years cultivating in a xianxia world, then ended up in this collapsing apocalypse as a radiation victim with only seven days to live. But no one knows that my sea of consciousness hides a damaged Taoist compass that can calculate the apocalypse’s countdown, and that I wear a storage ring on my finger where time passes a hundred times more slowly than outside. While other survivors are still fighting over a single piece of bread, I’ve reinforced my fortress with immortal spells and runes, used cultivation arrays to warn of danger, and stockpiled enough supplies in my ring to last ten years. The New Eden organization wants to capture me for experiments? “You won’t even find the entrance to my array.” Mutated beasts are surrounding my fortress? “Sorry, my sword array is made to kill mutants.” The survivors’ alliance demands that I share my supplies? “Sure. Bring me the secrets of an ancient civilization in exchange.” Then one day, the compass suddenly sounded an alarm: [Dormant signal detected deep within the planetary core. Countdown to the extinction of civilization: 547 days.] And the only key to restarting the planetary core was... the unremarkable spirit stone I had brought from the Tianxuan Continent. (No CP, focused on post-apocalyptic base building, cultivation technology, and civilization’s struggle to survive)